Gemotions

The locker room felt suddenly enormous, the echoes of the coach's voice swallowed by the concrete walls. Jamie grinned at his own reflection in the locker door, a flash of white teeth against tanned skin. The wait had been excruciating, but now... now it was almost over.

He felt the corners of his mouth twitching upwards, straining against his efforts to appear neutral. He willed himself to stop grinning, but it was like trying to hold back the tide. He clenched his fists, knuckles white, a physical manifestation of his internal state.

The coach cleared his throat, and Jamie felt a rush, a surge, an unstoppable wave of…something. Yes.